The Democratic advocate. [volume] (Westminster, Md.) 1865-1972, 1887-01-22
here Armistead up 70 a battery springs;

There Armistead up to battery springs;
In calls to his troop his command clearly rings;
With his hand on gun and his sword overhead
He stands but moment-then he lies with the dead.
They struggle in close, deadly hand-to-hand strife
With bayonets muskets dubbed, stones, bowieknife;
Their loud imprecations, defiant replies
In hideous tumult eomminged arise.
Metal strikes metal with shrill, ringing clang,
Arms break asunder with sharp, swapping twang
Men stand to men and each other incite,
And with vehement anger opponents they smite.
By the fever of passion their hot blood is stirrd,
And they glare on each other, by smoke their eyes
blurrd:
o Earth thou whose aspect is pleasing and fair,
Why why artthou stained with the red tinge of war;
The clamor of men and the clangor of arms
Are mingled together in widest alarms,
Like conflict of demons on earth that have met
Where strong dragon chief has his rival beset
And their legions unanimously onward are led
To dark, rugged valley with peaks overhead;
Where the waters dash down and the mists are I'M
hurled
They graphic, appalling wondering world
From the cloud and the earth and the torrent below
1t seems that the elements gathered they throw,
By chemistry strange and Internal transformed
To missiles all livid that suffering stormed.
And their brands in the fury ofmadness they hurl
And together they plunge in a maze and whirl,
And the thunders OF earth and the Changers of hell
Combined in confusion plutonian swell.
So fancy has pictured the scene of the day
When the armies have met in the height of the fray
When the engines of warfare rendng the ground,
And filling the air with turbulent sound.
The cry of contention is fearful and loud,
And the smoke rolling upward unites with the cloud,
And the sudden white puff and the red blazing
flash
Marks the place where exploded the bomb with a
crash
IT'S the moment consummate when trcmblngly
swings
On its pivot the baance-the chime of fate rings,
! 'Tis turning-and Liberty, tried in the fire,
And baptized in crimson shall never expire.
Lee, the great leader his pennons there sees
Advance to the crest, proudly wave in the breeze;
| He thinks he has vanquished the army Of Meade
| A hope-gleam one moment-his banners recede,
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| With great animation inspiring the men;
They courage and firmness unyielding display,
And naught can unnerve them, no danger dsmAy.
Wherever their colors Confederates show
The troops on their 'front.' right and left charginggo
They're hotly pressd-shattered their lines with the
fre
They yield-they recoi from that onslaught dire.
| Away from the bristling steel flying they sped,
Leaving the wounded, the dying, the dead;
And the rills from the pure sparkling fountains that
|
Are turbid, and Hinged with the lite blood fmen.
Back back they are borne from the vortex of fire,
| The leaders no more their battalions inspire;
They come boldly on, but they venture in vain,
Their valor walled not and thousands were slain.
The last shots dispelled the invaders intrigue,
And shattered the strength of disunion in league
Like the sun when the smoke cleared away from;
that slope,
So shone on Columbia the fair sun of hope.
The raiders are bending their efforts in vain
Their columns are broken, hurled back to the plain
The remnant, retreat in disorderly rout,
| And the yictors are raising iqbilant shout.
Like the waves on the rocks of the steep ocean coast
! Came onward unfinching that il-fated host;
Like the waves that are broken and dashed into
spray
Rolled backward the tide of that warlike array.
Now thanks to the Sovereign Power supreme
Who the universe holds to remot1st extreme.
As5sdeignsto control the worlds destiny, see!
tL IT'S victory won by the loyal and free
\ The enemy's last great assault is repelled
nl-starrd is the of the states that rebeiled;
Their soldiers are beaten, their spirits depressed
And the throb of the battle is sinking to rest
The brunt of the battle is ended, and yet
The contest continues where horsemen have met;
IT'S the rush and the dash of cavalry fight
That RACES awhile or the Federal right
Stuart-Kilpatrick-h measure your steel
And lead to the charge with your strongest appeal;
Here courage is matched here valor is tried
Where into that carnage the cavalry ride.
The cah Of eomhsnd where tfs3ofieef leads,
The xar-cry-the chalenge-the clash of the sword
4 With the crash of the carbine and pistol are heard
They fight for awhile in a frantic melee,
But the impulse of victry no effort stay;
Lees cavalry turn-and the victors pursue,
And loud EXPLANATIONS of triumph renew.
Like blast from the desert, blight the earth,
Like the fires from beneath with destruction and
dearth,
Like the elements furiously working amain
So ruin was wrought on the hillside and plain.
The steed that has fallen lies still in its gore
To the dash of the charge goes the rider no more,
And the slain the field lie as grass that is mown,
| Or the branches when storms DER the forests have
blown.
Here silent and pale are the youthful and fair
And the strength of proud manhood has death
stricken;
o terriblel terrible War, are thy deeds
How thy fierce, deadly fame on humanity feeds.
Love hope and joy-they have left the cold breast,
The emotions of life are forever at rest;
Some sweet flower was cherished-it perishing dies
As the bright rose with broken stem whitening lies
The muskets that volleyed shower oflead
Are laid by the side of the wounded and dead;
And the colors, the trophies of Plcketts defeat
In sheaves are collected together like wheat
The CLEAN of the saber no more shall be seen
As it waves in the charge with a silvery sheen;
And the hand that upheld it so def and so bold
In the stiffness of death is inactive and cold.
Twas midnight-a man was seen riding along
In the pale, mellow Light of the soft summer moon
Sad, pensive and weary, his staff not around,
Twas Lee with his mind fixed on deep thought
profound.
How the keen hopes of conquest that day did DEPART
How the anguish of failure sank deep in his heart
Years passive rejoice in that triumph so great,
But we feel for the sorrow of Lee in defeat.
Ito be continued)
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